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letra de night after night (remix) - l.a. symphony

[intro taken from the motion picture new jack city]
“it’s got me man. i got no control over it. i tried to kick man but it just be calling me man. it be calling me man. i just got to go to it.”

[scratch hook]
“i’m bound to rock your body” – biz markie ‘n0body beats the biz’
“give it to you 24/7” – de la soul ‘stakes are high’

[verse one: flynn]
yo
body wrecking, checking mic positions
pulsating communicative hip hop renditions
with six part-tions the creator has commissioned
wax to be spun, sp-wning, dawning on the sun
shining bright invading night through audio frequencies
expediently executing, refuting
rubbish through thuggish ways we pave cognition
using rhythmic intuition, yielding fresh fruition
you hear this, salivate and drop your jaw
chill like run-dmc…pause
my wax rotates across the states like big rig tires
buzz elevates the [?]

[proverb]
concepts fresh their pick dated like it’s produce
you’re the end of the train of my thought
kid your rap name is “caboose”
never mind these stale chaps, i collect claps like a clinic
i hit your system like crack, now my raps are your dependent
with the pen and pad some type of unknown juggernaut
proverb the illuminate, can never seem to stop
nor yield to those the flow who can speak a mile a minute
you got ate up in one serving and had the nerve to get offended
cause rhymes is stored up
where lyrics and lipids of glucose
the unidentified will get fried before the cry “who goes?”
proverb and la symphony on some west coast innovation
pilgrims of the next millennium
the true alien nation

[scratch hook]3432

[verse two: cookbook]
the night time is enthralling
know the ledge, i’m never falling
and now that rakim’s back we can all fulfill our calling (psyche)
hip hop is evolving, it’s revolving around the sun
at night the light shines off the moon to show what he has done
so, sub the human torch will scorch and light the night on fire
the town that we paint red we do with blood from the messiah
saw mariah, kicked my game, got dissed and it’s embarr-ssing
har-ssing harrison ford, in the night time praise the lord
escorted out by bouncers, now let’s bounce the norm’s informal
conversations are constellations of stars
our congregations abnormal
when in rome do as the romans
when it’s night then be nocturnal
another ending evening being a being that’s eternal

[pigeon john]
let’s round ’em up kid
jet to j-beits crib and live
on the split second time when most close their eyelids
look at us, we all up in the tour bus
running the red lights, defining our whole life
one words in my vein (go)
let me get the mic so i can rip it untamed (flow)
little do they know that pigeon jiggy’s got fame (blow)
unto the wind i begin, they consuming my own flames (slow)
and then act like i’m lame

[cookbook]
yeah i went to the derby out on thursday night
with the fly white girl that was out of sight

[pigeon john]
i crave nothing but the pace, sl1ck nights
engrave on my tombstone “american graffiti headlights”

[scratch hook]

[verse three: sharlock poems/sareem poems]
spread like rumors, embedded like brain tumors
a part of hip hop like fat laces in pumas
poetic master
and for sure i be ’bout it, ’bout it
one of my rhymes quoted in the source, i wouldn’t doubt it
i got high hopes, steeper than ski slopes
that’s seen more ups and downs than speed boats
stand before thee
in a form of righteous bliss
delivering lyrical body blow that makes shoulders touch like canibus
and to lie this, sequence of six b-boys
rocking round until night fall like trouble t-roy
with me
guarantee ain’t got no pull like elroy
i stand to write like b-ss and get the crowd pumped like steroids

[soup the chemist]
h-llo
soup the chemist you know
the brother with the ecclesiastic flib flow
elbow out the window
slouched to the left, breath smelling just like clam chowder
as i’m screeching out the parking lot of [?]
freestyling to the instrumental off of flynn’s lp louder
man i do magic like powder in a room full of doubters
leaving ’em twisted like metaphysics from the rhythm they encounter
that took place
and the results are
you becoming aggravated when you hearing rappers like ma$e
my existence on this earth is to firming occupy a sp-ce
that supplies relief for your hip hop addiction
like pharmaceutical prescriptions
you know, on the real bro
what did you expect to happen?
when soup’s molecules mix with adam/atom

[scratch hook]

- l a symphony

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